Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Lost Offering

Did you ever play King of the Hill?  I didn't but our priest describes it as a childhood game in which, through trickery or pure force, one seeks to dominate, control, and retain power on top of the hill.

Sounds much like the world today, yes?  He contrasts this with idea of servanthood, connecting his words with the words of Matthew in the 25th chapter and Ezekiel's in the 34th.  He talked about God as both the King and One who was homeless.  And our priest posed the question (paraphrasing here), What would happen if we spent more of our time serving instead of shoving with flank and shoulder, butting the weak sheep?

And I wonder, what about all those times that I seek to prove that I am right instead of just serving the one who contends with me?  What about all those times that I covet the roles and responsibilities of others instead of just sitting under their teaching and being thankful that I can learn from them?  What about all those times that I choose to build walls so to supposedly protect myself when instead, I just end up judging and hiding and limiting my ability to be light in darkness?

All these thoughts are swirling in my brain and the offertory plate starts to flow from pew to pew.  Just as it comes to us, my smallest one drops one of her quarters on the floor and even with a frantic search, we can only find two of the three.  There is no consoling her, for she simply must find it, she must put it into the plate.  This is her offering and she wants to give it fully.  And I try shushing and soothing, but to no avail.  She will not be quiet.  In the consoling, my eyes finally fall upon the quarter.  We pick it up and look back to where the plate has finally made its way.  It is too far back, but one of the ushers realizes our crisis and she comes to our rescue, allowing my smallest to place the quarter in her hand so that she may safely deliver it to the plate, to the people to whom this money will serve, to the very Hand of God.
"The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'"  Matthew 25: 40
Will I be so frantic to serve?  Will I be undone when I cannot find my offering?  Will I choose to stop pushing and shoving and claiming what I deem to be my own, in order to bend down and humbly serve?

Will you?


Also, would love for you to join us tomorrow for Soli Deo Gloria (link opens Monday evening and goes through Wednesday night).


14 comments :

  1. Great questions to consider today, Jen. I want to be that willing to serve, to obey, to follow. I want to be frantic to obey, not out of fear of rejection or to earn His love, but because of His great love.

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  2. THis post was beautiful as usual Jenn. Wow.. I appreciate this so much.. in the past 14 days as we have taken the journey with my Dad through cancer I have never seen so many people come around our family and serve.. I am so grateful for those who have taken the time to "stoop" and serve in the smallest and the biggest ways.. i so want to be that girl who ministers to others!

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  3. I am learning this great truth: doing good is better than being right.
    I used to fight to win every "battle' to be right. I may have had the better argument but in the end, I lost myself to a prideful, self-righteous life.

    Oh, like you, I want to serve---to do good, to humbly serve my King by serving in His Kingdom.

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  4. Am I frantic to serve? I'm afraid I know the answer to that one. I volunteered to serve today with my daughter at our Downtown Rescue Mission. Am I frantic to go? Um...

    Great post, Jen.

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  5. This is simple faith. A child teaches once again. Jen, I wanted you to know that much of my post today is about you and your wonderful community here. Thanks for being...YOU

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  6. I was just on my way over here and saw your kind comment at my place. Thank you, Jen, you are such an encourager. And yes, I think you've hit on something important here. I can hardly be butting and shoving a someone when I'm focused on serving him/her.

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  7. Your illustration shot straight to my heart. will I be as frantic? no, really I would be relieved and crawl back into my comfortable world. You have given food for thought and prayer today, Jen

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  8. What a beautiful... and convicting... picture Jen. Thanks for sharing!

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  9. Oh so convicting...to be frantic to serve. Literally Jen, everywhere I look, Matthew 25 jumps from the page...immersing myself in His words...

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  10. Hi, Jen! Your daughter's giving spirit inspires me to look for my own inner child -- it is the child's extravagant love that so closely mirrors our Savior's.

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  11. The part about coveting instead of learning really struck me, but really, this whole post is spot-on, Jen. Really, really good teaching here -- and good questions. Am I frantic to serve? Shamefully, I'm often more frantic to get OUT of serving.

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  12. i love this little girl of yours! even as we teach our boys to serve before being asked to serve, i find myself wanting more and more of my time to myself....and see? i call it MY time. as if it is.

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  13. Jen, those are the questions I often ask myself. You are so honest and raw and it is refreshing. Thank you for bringing my mind back to the priorities of God: to serve and be content where he has placed me.

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  14. Oh, this. This is the way to honor and love. Setting aside my need to be right and let love serve.

    Happy Thanksgiving, Jen. Such a blessing you have been to me.

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